Sunday, 11 August 2013

HC Brown's HOT new MMM!

Shades of
Pain, M/M/M BDSM, blurb:

Changed from a street hustler by nano enhancement, Chanze
becomes the first in a long line of super, man whores with Rent-A-Boy, a
high-class escort agency set in the basement of a Manhattan hotel. With an
insatiable sex drive, an erection that lasts all night, and a Doomsday chip in
the base of his brain, life is peachy.

Chanze finds he enjoys being a sub and soon becomes
addicted to pain but his heart grows colder with each client until a
firefighter stumbles into his life. The exciting and sexy, Delano, devises a plan to free the sex slaves
and destroy Rent-a-Boy.

Wow
Heather! That blurb makes me want to run right out and buy this book, which I
might just do after I ask you a few questions.

Tell us
which scene in Shades of Pain you enjoyed the most and why?

I enjoyed writing the BDSM scenes especially the
one with Delano and Chanze but
really I love all the BDSM scenes.

Why write
Sci Fi?

I usually write my stories around sci-fi worlds but
this one is different. The characters are nano enhanced alphas trapped into
prostitution but the setting is downtown Manhattan and the time is now.

There are three alpha male main characters in this
story, each taking turns in the lead role. Chanze is a man you want to hug to
make his life better, Adryck is distant and a little scary and Rhys is strong
and dependable. So, all three have a place in my heart.

Tell me
one thing that you know about writing now that you wish you’d know back when
you started.

Two things really; that a very thick skin is
important and rejections don’t matter, so don’t worry about them.

Would you
share an excerpt with us and tell us how to find you and this HOT new M/M/M
BDSM book?

Chanze
swayed. No longer able to force a word from his abused mouth, he groaned. The
whip cut deep into the flesh of his thighs inflaming damaged nerve endings and
pushing his orgasm to overload. His ass quivered. He had begged for the thrust
of his Master’s cock but the sting of leather had answered his pleas. The need
for a man to pound his pleasure spot had become an obsession in the last hour.
The four Doms moved around him each taking turns with the whip, each demanding
his complete surrender. He had given them all he had. Now, he wanted them to
fuck him. As a biologically engineered human, he had the ability to spill ten
times in two hours and these men knew it. Most clients wanted to watch him
come. Not these people. Precum pooled beneath his aching purple shaft in a
shimmer of opalescence. He dropped his head to the cold stone floor and pushed
his buttocks high in the air. His knees trembled. Please, fuck me now, please.

“Open
your ass and show your Masters how tight you are, like a virgin ready to be
sacrificed to four devils.” The masked Dom crushed Chanze’s fingertips under
his shit kicker. “How long does it take your hole to become tight again after a
good fucking, boy?”

“I
don’t think he can answer you. Look at him, my cum is crystallizing on his lips.
I’ll offer him some water. I want to hear him beg some more.” A grey haired man
with a fat gut squatted beside Chanze. “Drink.” He pushed the opening of a
plastic cup to Chanze’s mouth.

Chanze gulped down the water. The cool
liquid spilled from his swollen lips and ran down his chin. The Doms liked
their blowjobs rough and he’d taken each one of them with relish. He lifted his
gaze. “It’s always tight, sir.”

“Good.”
The first man trailed the tip of the whip over Chanze’s back. “Spread those
cheeks.”

Please,
please, fuck me now. His heart pounded and desire curled around his balls.
He assumed the correct position and spread his buttocks. One masked Dom stood
over his head with one steel-capped boot either side of his shoulders. Chanze
dragged in a breath. The cool tip of the whip slid between the cleft of his
bottom and flicked his balls before sliding up, and down in a tormenting glide
over his hole.

“Look
how his ass begs to be fucked.” A
cushion dropped on the floor between his legs. “How about a tongue fuck, boy?”

Chanze
trembled waiting for the joy to come. Instead, the smell of candle wax filled
the air and heat scorched his flesh. He shuddered. Flames of desire scored a
path up his cock and he rocketed into a mind-blowing orgasm. He moaned. Ribbons
of cum shot in long spurts over his belly and dripped onto the floor in a
pearly white pool. More wax dripped down his ass in a sizzle of burned skin.
His cock jerked. The delicious
pain had increased the erotic sensations shimmering up his shaft, tenfold.
Boneless, he collapsed onto the floor. I’m
in deep shit now. He had
forgotten to ask permission to spill. Oh,
fuck!

The
Doms circled around him laughing. One bent his mouth close to his ear. The
scent of whiskey filled Chanze’s nostrils. “Now you’re ready to be fucked. Have you ever had a DP,
boy?—No? Well, isn’t this your lucky day?”

* * * *

The
fragrance of expensive French soap diluted the distinctive scent of male musk
from long hours of sex. Exhausted, with every inch of his flesh screaming in
protest, Chanze dropped his head and relaxed. Hot water poured over him. He bit
off a moan. Pain sizzled from open wounds. Oh yeah, his clients had done a
number on him. Deep welts ran the length of his back and thighs. He pushed a
finger inside his hole to increase the delicious throb from the pounding—shit,
he was some sick fuck. He smiled at the memory of submitting to the vicious
bastards and begging for more. Fucking A.
He’d loved every second. He’d worn the collar of an edge player long before
he’d become a rent boy, not that he’d let that bit of information slip to the
boss man.

He
allowed his mind to drift back over his last conversation with Doc. His boss
hated his attitude with a passion and he’d given the asshole the ammunition to
get even. So he’d complained—fuck, he wasn’t the only rent-an-ass to voice an
opinion. Everyone deserved time off didn’t they?—His punishment had been
metered out with a thin smile and an appointment with a group of senior
sadists. Oh yeah, Doc understood his reluctance to submit to old men and the
asshole had served up four of them in a two hour session. Old and wickedly
inventive, the group of Doms, all in a constant state of arousal due to the
blue pills they popped in abandon, had metered out a beating with a precision
that would have killed most subs. Chanze had dissolved inside the pleasure pain
and flown to his usual place of compliance. In fact, the moment the lash had
cut deep into his skin the age of his Doms hadn’t mattered. His body hummed
from the incredible disembodiment of sensation and being alive. After the initial scene, the Doms had
found their own pleasure and he had come so many times, his balls had screamed
with pain.

Chanze
sighed and rubbed the clients’ rancid flavor off his mouth. In a short time,
the nanos in his bloodstream would repair the damage but his boss needed the
toe of one of his shit kickers aimed straight at the balls. He hated the smell
of old guys, they always wore the same stale cologne and had so much body hair
it got stuck in his teeth. Soapsuds tinged with blood swirled around his feet.
He grimaced. Why the fuck had, he agreed to sign on with a pimp in the first
place. Well, Doc wasn’t exactly a
pimp. Initiation into the Fury had changed more than his body; it had taken
away his freedom.

It was the twenty-first century for
Christ’s sake how the hell had he ended up a sex slave in Manhattan? Anger
welled and he pushed down the urge to punch the tiles. He chewed on his bottom
lip and considered his position. I’m a
prisoner here so I’d better behave like a good little boy. He rolled his
shoulders and pushed back a wad of soaked hair. Setting his face in an
impassive mask, he stepped from the shower to join the line of dripping
sculpted bodies entering the hot air dryer. The men before him remained silent.
Doc ruled the joint, and there was a “no conversation or sex” rule between
members of the Fury.

He
joined Adryck in the dryer. His friend’s lips turned up at the corners in a
small gesture of recognition. Man, how the skinny kid had changed. Adryck was a
blond Adonis, six-five of come fuck me
sexy. He’d met Adryck three years ago hustling in an alley behind a bar —his
alley—and had beaten the crap out of him. Someone had called the cops and
they’d both ended up at the free clinic. The deal Doc had proposed looked
sweet, cash, a place to live, all the food a man could eat, and a new body that
never got old or sick.

At
the time, Chanze, had the wild idea Doc was a vampire—now he wished he had been.
All Doc had asked for in return was an agreement to service a few of his
clients— and his signature on a ten-year contract. The man owned a gay
prostitution establishment hidden below Cloisters, an exclusive men’s
club. The man’s promise of a new
life with no more back alleys or the risk of some asshole getting nasty with a
knife was too good to refuse. Any rent boy would have jumped at the chance. As
a hungry twenty-one year old, he had ignored the voice of doom in his head, and
signed his life away. That night he and Adryck had become a member of the Fury.